all about the grown and sexy and being a rebel,” said Blair snapping his fingers again.
Crystale knew Lola and Blair meant well. So, she entertained them and tried stuff on. Lola and Blair found her the perfect outfit.
They all got extra clothes, accessories and shoes. And Lola paid for everything. She loved spoiling her friends. They were the closest thing to a brother and sister she had.
The bill came up to almost $13,000. Lola pulled out her credit card. That’s why Milly loved her so much. She always spent money when she was in there.
Chapter 5
Clubbing
Lola picked up Crystale in her Audi around 11:00 p.m.
“So, what did Derrick say when he saw you leaving?” asked Lola.
“He just looked at me and said your name referring to my outfit.”
“Why’d he blame me?” she asked surprised.
“You really wanna go there with what you have on,” said Crystale giving her a look.
Derrick was Crystale’s on-again, off-again boyfriend that Lola couldn’t stand. She felt Crystale deserved someone who treated her well, not used her for her money.
“Well . . . You look hot and sexy,” Lola said reassuring Crystale.
“Thanks, Lo. So, are you ready?”
“Yep,” said Lola smiling.
They pulled up to the club and her doors popped open. It was very sexy since they lifted up and not out. Two valet attendants ran over to help them out. There were screams, yells and whistles by both men and women.
Tiny, the six foot eight bouncer who Lola called her big, black teddy bear, stopped her before she went inside. He reached behind the door and pulled out a single red rose.
“This is for you,” he said handing it to Lola.
“Thanks, Tiny,” said Lola smiling.
“You’re welcome. But it’s not from me.”
“Then, who?”
“Can’t tell you that, but don’t hurt him too bad,” he said laughing and shaking his head as he opened the door.
The club was ridiculously sick. It had everything in it. Multi-colored lights flashing everywhere, escalators on each side of the club going to the second floor, canopy beds used for seating, white lounge furniture, four bars, an enormous dance floor, thumping music, people everywhere and a stage area next to the bar.
Lola and Crystale caught much attention as they made their way through the club.
Lola wore a blinged out, red jeweled bra with flared out chiffon arm sleeves, red boy shorts with layers of chiffon ruffles and red, knee high boots. The accessories she wore were from her own collection: A gold neck choker with a red rose on the side, gold chandelier earrings, lots of gold bling bracelets, a red and gold flower ring and a gold belly chain. Her hair was down and curly.
Crystale wore a blinged out, black rhinestone bra with a short, black open-back vest. Her black spandex tights were worn really low on her butt. And she had on some blinged out, low cut Red Bottom boots. Her accessories were also from Lola’s collection: she wore a two-strand, diamond necklace with a large charm on the longer strand, diamond hoop earrings, lots of bling bangles, a black and diamond flower ring and a rhinestone belly chain with heart pendants on the lower back. Her hair was down and straight.
As the owner of Motions nightclub, Lola had the best seat in the house. Her VIP area was upstairs and located where she could see the entire club. And it was lit up in one of her favorite colors: pink.
“Hey,” yelled Lola to Blair and Ivan who were already there.
Everyone hugged and kissed as they greeted one another.
“Damn . . . You biatches look fuckin’ sexy as hell,” said Blair.
“Thank you . . . Thank you.”
Lola pointed to all the flowers and asked, “What’s all this?”
“They were here when we got here, Boo,” said Blair.
There were dozens of red roses in her VIP area.
Ten minutes later, the waitress came over and told Lola someone was waiting for her at the bar. She excused herself and walked over.
She looked around, but didn’t see anyone. Then, Mauricio came up from behind and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her really close to him.
“Is all this for me?” he whispered in her ear.
“Well, it depends,” she said flirtatiously.
“On what?”
“If you’re this sexy ass man I met on my flight today,” she said knowing it was him.
He handed her another red rose. She turned around and kissed him.
Mauricio wasn’t suited up for the club, but he still looked good. He wore a black fitted V-neck that showed some of his tattoos with jeans and black loafers. He accessorized with yet another Rolex, a diamond bracelet, his diamond stud earrings and a long, diamond chain. There wasn’t a curl out of place on top of his head. And his goatee was clean cut and well groomed.
“Sorry. Wyatt, Robert . . . This is Lola. Lola . . . Wyatt and Robert,” said Mauricio introducing his friends.
“Hi, nice to meet you both,” said Lola shaking their hands.
“Damn! He wasn’t lying when he told us about you. You’re bad as hell!” exclaimed Robert loudly.
Mauricio nudged him.
“It’s nice to meet you,” said Wyatt a little more subtle.
They walked over to Lola’s area and introduced everyone.
Wyatt Whitfield was Mauricio’s 29-year old, white male friend with dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and devilish smile. He stood 6’2” tall with tanned skin and a rugged look.
Robert Taylor was his 27-year old, African American male friend with brown skin and brown eyes. He stood 5’10” tall with a muscular build, wore a low fade with a goatee and had the most succulent, full lips ever seen.
“Damn, Lo! He looks just like you said he would,” said Blair.
“I’m really glad you came, Mauricio,” said Crystale.
“I wouldn’t have missed it,” he said smiling.
Then, a Spanish song came on and Lola jumped up. She started dancing.
“Oh no . . . Here she goes,” said Blair nudging Crystale who was sitting quite cozy with Wyatt.
Mauricio
